While Aron was on his final connecting flight to Colorado Nova caused Aron's phone to vibrate, this was a signal for him to put on his headphones for Nova to report to him."What is it?" He asked after putting on his headphones.{Sir yesterday I received information from one of our trojans}"Which one?"{The one from the private black site}"Why are you telling me now and not yesterday?" He asked as he was curious why she waited until now to inform him about it.{To send a massive amount of data the trojan needed to find another device that had no connection to the site's personnel so it had to send that data to another device.If it sent too much data it would raise suspicion that why it compressed the files to the limits of its device then sent it to a nearby device which sent it to me.When I received it, I started decompressing it but since there was compression after compression it took me longer than expected to decompress the files.After that I had to analyze the information a
After being handed the key to the lab he turned to his security team and told "I probably won't be leaving the lab for about a month, arrange your shifts accordingly also don't forget to bring me my meals, use this for your needs while I'm in the lab" Aron said while handing them a debit card for their use.After he finished giving his instruction he returned to the lab shortly after wearing clothes needed for the clean room he was about to enter and begin his work.After closing the door behind him he removed his phone from the pocket and connected it to one of the computers in the room using a USB cable."Nova it's time to work" Aron said as a signal for Nova to connect herself to the lab's computers so that she can be his assistant.{I'm done Sir} Nova replied shortly after taking over all of the computers and machines in the lab."Okay, let's create a bigger brain for you,""Now we start with the creation of Majorana fermion qubits and for that we need to create Majorana fermion"
For the following days, Aron did nothing other than create a new batch of nanowires every seven hours after he removed the completed batch.After the completed batch of nanowires is removed from the machine he immediately follows with creating qubits by using the nanowires then he immediately stores them in the refrigerator where he stored all of his completed qubits in them.The remaining time was spent on writing the code for the architecture for the quantum chip that he will create.As for sleeping, eating and other things, Nova reminded him about his meal and sleep time. and he did other jobs such as using the toilet and cleaning himself during the seven hour waiting period for the nanowires to be made.So other than him sleeping, nothing in the lab was allowed any rest at all. As for Nova, since she doesn't feel tired she was awake and watching over Aron all the time making sure he is safe in the lab all the time and making sure the machines work as intended and prevent any syste
As he waited for his new batch of Majorana fermions qubits to be created and now that he had completed writing the Quantum architecture for the chip, he decided to spend the waiting time to create companion Hardwares that could be used to utilize the chips he was creating and for his one other project.....15 days later."And with that we are done" Aron said as he removed the new quantum chip Nova finished making from the machine.After removing it, he stored it with the other chips he made inside the vacuum sealed storage device then closed and locked it.He carried the storage device with the chips inside, then he left the lab for his last and final time.Outside the lab."Is everything accounted for?" Aron asked one of the bodyguards who were helping him carry the things he created in the lab in a specialized delivery vehicle."Yes Sir, we just have to store that and we will be done" Donald, one of the bodyguards said as he pointed at the storage device in Aron's hand."No, this i
After making sure he didn't miss anything he shouldn't, he powered it on and connected the Quantum computer to the home server.The moment he did that {Sir I have received the connection but it has nothing} Nova informed Aron."because anything connected to that motherboard is just a shell as they have no instruction sets currently so even they don't know what to do."{Should I Install the basic instruction architecture sets that you wrote?}"Yes, but install Based on the received connections' configurations, install different instruction sets accordingly. For instance, for the chip with 5000 qubits, install the version of the architecture's instruction set designed for it. For the one with 1000 qubits, install the architecture's instruction set that has qRAM instructions. Lastly, for the remaining one that has 3500 qubits, install the instruction sets designed for storage." Aron gave instructions like a machine gun.{Yes Sir} Nova acknowledged the instructions and did as told. She r
March 3rd 2014It was the last day of Nova's migration to the quantum computer.Nova had been continuing with the migration to the quantum computer for fourteen days straight.It took her that long due to the size of her code that continued growing every time she learns something new.This increase in size was despite her program being continuously optimised automatically and very frequently.{Sir the migration is done, permission to go offline and boot from the quantum computer.}"Proceed" Aron approved as he finally finished writing the last line of code for the virtual reality program.Nova immediately went offline from her previous server and came back online with the quantum computer as her main brain leaving the server as her backup one.{Good afternoon Sir} Nova greeted Aron three seconds after she was given permission to proceed with the boot process."Welcome back" replied Aron who didn't even feel her void, as she literally left for just three seconds.{Thankyou Sir} Nova r
After being told that she has already sent the emails to the revolutionary groups leaders in Eden, he asked"Do you have access to my brain map and other data that is being processed by the virtual headgear?"{No sir, the virtual reality program in the headset is preventing my attempts to access it, It seems like I need your approval first.}"Okay then, take a look at it" Aron gave her permission to access the data that was coming from his brain.He didn't even take a second to question her why she tried to access his data without his permission, this is because he was sure that she was never going to use it in any way that would cause him harm.This trust comes from him knowing that despite her code allowing her to have free will and could independently think without any limitation, she would never ever think about betraying him.The moment Nova tried to access Arons brain map and its data from the virtual reality headgear….His system informed him immediately, giving him a choice of
Rothschild mansion.Rina Rothschild could be seen in her work room inside the mansion she lived in.In Front of her was her personal computer which had an email open.The email seemed to be the official confirmation of her dismissal from the board of directors.She was sitting there but her mind wasn't present with her in the room. Her brain was currently looking for ways to get her position in the company back.In her deep thoughts she was thinking of a way for her to return to her position in the company again, and this time just like the first time she wasn't planning on stopping with just returning but also trying to remove her brother from the company.But it seems like her brother has used the period in which she was married to Rottem very well and removed every member of the board who was on her side and replaced them with those who are loyal to her.This is one of the reasons her return wasn't very welcomed by the members of the board but they could do nothing because it was t
“Seraphina,” Aron began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of authority, “I’m not your enemy—unless you choose to make me one. I understand your anger, your frustration. You’ve lost control of a situation you believed was firmly under your command. But this predicament wasn’t my doing—you’re here because your leader chose to sacrifice you. What I’m offering you isn’t a chain—it’s an opportunity.”Her sharp eyes narrowed, the intensity of her gaze unwavering, but she held her silence. Aron leaned forward, his own gaze unrelenting as it met hers.“You can continue resisting, pushing the boundaries of the mana oath, and enduring needless pain. Or…” He paused, letting the words linger like a challenge. “You can choose to turn this situation into one that serves us both. Your strength, your insight—these are not things I wish to suppress. Quite the opposite. I want them refined, amplified, and put to meaningful use.”He motioned toward the table, where Nova was still doing fina
[Colosseum]Aron and Seraphina stood motionless, maintaining the same distance as at the start of their faceoff. Neither had moved, even during the spectacular fireworks show that followed Aron’s acceptance of her surrender. The only exception was Aron briefly waving to the citizens of his empire watching the broadcast, many of whom were overcome with emotion, crying in celebration of their historic victory. This event marked the first-ever interstellar combat they had participated in, and despite their lack of experience, they emerged as the sole victors.As cheers of triumph reverberated among his people and the disbelief of others lingered, the broadcast concluded. The moment Aron secured his final victory, the Arena itself was officially handed over to him as part of his reward, along with control of the AI referee. Without hesitation, the AI complied with her new owner’s first command: to end the broadcast. Aron had more pressing matters to attend to—a private conversation with a
[Meeting Room]Inside the Zelvora mental network, an oppressive silence hung over the gathered representatives around the meeting table. The events of the day had left them all stunned, their minds racing with the implications of what had transpired. These were not just any representatives—they were the ones who had signed off on the agreements, the architects of their civilizations’ participation in this contest.Now, they were confronted with the brutal outcome of their decisions.Many representatives sat deep in thought, their faces betraying various degrees of fear, frustration, and resignation. Those who hailed from civilizations steeped in selfish political traditions knew all too well the grim truth: scapegoats would be needed. Someone would have to bear the brunt of the blame for the humiliation, anger, and setbacks their civilizations had suffered.For many of them, the path forward seemed bleak. In the best-case scenario, they might lose their positions, exiled from the corr
To say Aron was surprised would be the understatement of the gigaannum. The announcement had obliterated every scenario he had meticulously crafted in his mind. In all his time spent in simulations, preparing for countless contingencies, not once had he considered the possibility of the Xor’Vaks surrendering—least of all without a fight.Their pride in their strength was legendary, surpassing even the vaunted arrogance of the Valthorins. For a race that reveled in their dominance, surrendering, especially on such a grand stage, was unthinkable. This sudden reversal of expectations hit him with such force that he could practically feel the metaphorical veins in his temple throbbing from the sheer shock of it all.The audience’s collective astonishment mirrored his own, but none felt it as acutely as Aron, whose carefully laid strategies now seemed almost laughably over-prepared in the face of this unanticipated twist.The largest part of Aron's shock wasn’t just the surrender itself bu
The minutes passed quickly for the viewers, their eyes glued to Aron as he sat unmoving in the same meditative position for over fifteen minutes. Speculation ran rampant on both sides, fueled by curiosity and tension.For those in the Empire, the consensus was that Aron was in VR, likely meeting with family or key figures. Many debated who he might be speaking with, guessing that he was either calming worried loved ones or strategizing for the next fight.On the other hand, viewers from the Astral Conclave harbored a mix of anxiety and intrigue. They questioned whether Aron was recuperating in preparation for the upcoming battle, enhancing his focus and mental clarity, or if his recovery from the previous fight was incomplete and he was still in the process of healing.But their speculations ceased to matter as Aron opened his eyes with five minutes remaining in the waiting period. Calm and deliberate, he removed the glasses from his head, placing them back into their container. His n
The moment the fight was officially declared over, Nova acted without hesitation. She immediately dispatched the collector ship, equipped with a medipod, to retrieve the Trinarian fighter's body. Simultaneously, she ensured Aron could rearm himself with a fresh set of nanomachines. For the first time, this process was being done openly, marking a significant shift.Previously, nanomachines had been classified technology, their existence kept strictly under wraps. However, that secrecy had been unintentionally broken when Nova used them to cover Aron’s exposed body during a critical moment, prioritizing his dignity over confidentiality. As a result, while the technology remained shrouded in mystery, its existence was now officially acknowledged, albeit without disclosing any further details.Aron retrieved a small canister from the ship and opened it, revealing a liquid-like substance inside. Pouring it onto his hand, the substance behaved unnaturally, defying gravity as it began to sp
"Him alive is better than dead, right? I can use his live brain data to study how they use their spatial abilities—it might even help accelerate my plans if things go as intended," Aron said as he stood over the fainting Trinarian fighter.{True, having him alive presents opportunities. But dead men cause no problems, while the living carry infinite potential for chaos—especially one like him. If our spatial lockdown isn’t enough to fully contain his abilities, he could use them long enough to cause catastrophic damage, even if it means enduring the backlash,} Nova replied, her tone laced with caution. She wanted to ensure Aron was fully aware of the risks he was inviting by sparing the fighter's life.Usually, Nova would have been in favor of keeping him alive—it meant more data for her to process, analyze, and extrapolate from. But spatial ability users were in a league of their own when it came to danger. Even a dead one would yield enough data to at least satisfy her curiosity for
“Nova,” Aron called out in his mind the moment his eyes snapped open, rapidly collecting information and orienting himself, realizing he had finally left the enigmatic place the system had sent him.“Nova,” he called again, this time aloud, his voice carrying a commanding weight as it echoed faintly in the arena. Receiving no response to his first call, his sharp gaze shifted to his surroundings. It didn’t take long for him to notice his current state—nearly naked, save for the swarm of nanomachines that had begun assembling around him.{The system had ejected me, sir,} Nova’s voice finally came through, calm but slightly delayed as the nanomachines completed their task. They prioritized covering his lower body, forming a sleek pair of trousers, as there weren’t enough surviving nanomachines to reconstruct full armor. His chiseled upper body remained exposed, glistening under the lights of the Colosseum, much to the awe and unease of the spectators.Nova’s pragmatic choice left Aron l
Following Nova's orders and the AI referee's approval, the mana stone carriers swiftly began moving toward the Colosseum. As the first ship arrived and entered, it wasted no time, promptly unloading its entire cargo of mana stones before departing to make way for the next carrier to do the same. The process was conducted with remarkable efficiency, ensuring a steady flow of mana stones into the Colosseum without any unnecessary delays.The process continued as over fifty ships unloaded their cargo of mana stones, an act many from the Conclave viewed as both excessive and wasteful. With each successive ship, the pain of the Conclave's viewers grew, particularly when the fifth ship alone had already matched the quantity of mana stones used during the Colosseum's initial construction. Yet, they didn’t stop there; instead, they went on to unload ten times that amount, as if mana stones were an endless resource, leaving the Conclave citizens bewildered and horrified by such apparent extra